You and Me—Wyatt Dalton

Perhaps that’s just how it is to me,
I say as her lip trembles so desperately

And maybe not how it’s supposed to be,
she cries, giving real voice to her entreaty.

Can’t I have more time? If only to see
how a move so sudden will affect us three?

It’s you, and I, for whom we must worry.
Her tears still fell, yet her voice was used so playfully.

And of the third should we no longer speak?
Are there only two now, in what was a world of three?
Do you lack all empathy?
Or are you blinded by the feelings you have for me?

There have always been two, hidden just beneath,
hidden so that the third would not see.
But now it comes out, and we
cannot control what controls you and me.